Angels in Leather
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I feel my eyes widen, and she laughs. “Honey, if you don’t love yourself enough to wear good underwear, then we have a problem. You have to love being beautiful. You have to love feeling beautiful. Let me tell you,” she says, tapping a brush in her palm. “A man can find you divine, and then go below only to see you’ve got granny panties on.”
I giggle. “I don’t have grannie panties.”
“There better not be any cotton ones either.”
I flush. She shakes her head, and rushes to her phone, lifting it to her ear after she’s dialed a number. “Petra, yes, it’s Lady. I need you to do something quite urgently for me. Go into town, get me the sexiest underwear, dresses, shoes and clothes you can find for a young girl, blonde hair, simply gorgeous.”
I gape, and shake my head, but she puts up a hand.
“Use my card. Yes, bring it here when you’re done.”
She continues to rattle off my size as if she’s lived in my body, which only makes me gape further. Then she hangs up the phone and turns to me with a devilish smile. “We’re going to make him drool.”
~*~*~*~
Lady fills my hair with some interesting smelling product that has all the brown just rinsing right out. Then she massages some beautiful creams and conditioners in, tucking it all up in a towel while she works on my face. She cleans my skin, tweezes my eyebrows, and applies a light amount of make up. Then she sits beside me, and takes my hand, panting my nails. My chest swells with happiness, and a warmth I’ve never felt.
“Thank you, Lady,” I say, staring at the pretty light pink she so perfectly applies to my now immaculately trimmed nails.
“Anytime sweetie, all girls deserve to feel beautiful.”
“I certainly feel beautiful now.”
She looks up at me, her warm gaze pinning mine. “And so you should, you’re a very gorgeous girl.”
I smile, and we continue to chat for hours about boys, dresses, shoes and anything we can think of. By the time she’s had my new clothes delivered, and has dressed me in a stunning pink, halter neck dress, I’m feeling like a whole new person. When I look into the mirror, I see the girl I once was. My long hair is now back to it’s honey blonde, dropping softly down my back in loose curls. My face is clean, and my cheeks are rosy. My eyes shine with happiness. My dress is perfectly fitting for my body type, and the underwear I’m wearing is the reason for my rosy cheeks.
I hear the low rumbling of a Harley Davidson outside, and my heart picks up. I feel nervous, like I’m about to go on a first date. Lady smiles down at me, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “He’s going to have a fit when he sees you, a fit!”
I swallow nervously, as I hear the front door slam. Lady shoves me towards the top of the stairs. “Go, make him stop breathing.”
I quickly hug her, thanking her once again, before heading to the stairs. Axel is half way up when I take my first step down. He skids to a halt, and his eyes widen when he lays them on me. I smile nervously, and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His breathing deepens, and there’s something powerful in his eyes. He’s looking at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me. His mouth opens slightly, like he’s about to say something, but it closes quickly.
He takes another step up.
He stops in front of me and looks up into my eyes. I feel my cheeks heating, and I try to keep my gaze from running down his body, and over that tight black shirt and those ass-hugging jeans. Instead, I keep them on the aqua orbs staring right at me. He reaches up, stroking his fingers through my blonde hair. He’s staring so intensely at me, my heart is hammering. He swallows, and before I can say anything, he leans down and scoops me into his arms, walking us to my bedroom and kicking the door closed.
The moment he sets me on my feet, his lips come down over mine. I smile and press my body against his, letting my fingers run down over his hard body and back up to tangle in his gorgeous hair. He groans, and turns us, pushing me towards the bed. I go down with one shove, and my dress flies up. I don’t stop it. Axel’s eyes move to my panties, and a sexy grin spreads across his face before he crawls over and positions himself above me.
“I feel like I’ve stepped back to the last time I saw you, standin’ on that bridge,” he murmurs. “Your beautiful hair flicking around in the breeze.”
I shiver at the memory. “Am I better like this?”
His eyes search my face. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful like this.”
Then he lowers his hands and takes hold of my satin thong, and tugs it. “And fuck, these...”
I giggle softly. “Lady got them for me.”
He grins, and gently lowers them down over my legs. “Better not tear them off then.”
He starts kissing his way up my thigh, until he reaches the middle. He blows a hot puff of air of my clit, and then his tongue snakes out and slides up my slit, causing me to cry out with pleasure. “Oh, God, Axel,” I moan. “I’ve missed you.”
He consumes my pussy, plunging his tongue into my depths and swirling it over my clit until I’m coming beneath him, little desperate whimpers slipping from my lips. Then he’s standing, taking his clothes off and shoving them to the floor. When he’s standing in front of me, so perfectly naked, I feel my body spark to life. He crawls onto the bed, and sits against the headboard, and then he reaches for me.
“Ride me, baby. Let me see your god damned gorgeous face while you do.”